The timing of Barcelona in our trip was in month 3, and funnily, it followed Budapest and Prague. So naturally, this was toward the end of the trip which came with its own challenges. When we flew to Barcelona, I had multiple illnesses (contracted in Budapest and heightened through my time spent in Prague shortly after Budapest…) and felt like I was on my deathbed. The flight there was painful. My ears were blocked so much that I couldn’t hear a single thing that was said to me. I was in pain. But something about Barcelona and the magical aura it exuded healed me. I am not kidding. I feel like we spent all day sightseeing (because God, is there SO much to see….), and we spent all night partying. I’m not even saying one or two nights. We spent all 4 nights in Barcelona just partying our little hearts out.

The day we got there, we decided to sight see the main areas like la ramblas and head to Mercado de La Boqueria for lunch. This is the most insane food market where you can get literally anything from empanadas and paella to gutted animals. We ate delectable food, walked around some streets and headed back. That evening, we headed to the Gothic Quarter. We ventured out to Panoramic Terrace, which is a rooftop bar located on top of the Colón Hotel Barcelona. Situated right opposite Barcelona Cathedral, the views you get over the majestic building are pretty epic, and complemented with great vistas over all of the Gothic quarter. The vibes were on, the sangria was sangria-ing, and we had no complaints. After getting immensely tipsy after 1 large glass of Sangria each, we learned that there was a traditional festival that night called Festa Major de Gràcia (a street festival which takes place for a week in August). To hear about how I danced the night away at this special festival on 1 euro sangrias, you need to read my first travel diary instalment, but I have to say, dancing with locals all night literally sweat the illness right out of me.